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“No one could build this today.”
“No, they couldn’t, but that doesn’t mean I won’t love you until the end of time.”
It was corny, but Sam’s words were very effective. My stomach filled with butterflies as he pulled me close and crushed his lips to mine. I opened my mouth and kissed him back.
He put his nose close to my ear and inhaled softly. Even though his breath was very warm, I shivered and let his scent envelop me.
We moved inside. Sam started to close the doors, but I stopped him. “I want to see it.”
He nodded and left the doors thrown back. He pressed his mouth to mine again and kissed me so deeply, I couldn’t tell if he’d made me dizzy or if the building was swaying. A familiar tingling started between my legs and I tried to hold my knees together to keep it under control. Sam seemed to sense my tensing and kissed me deeper. He slipped his hand under my tunic and into my pants, moving the elastic waist to the side, probing his way between my legs. His touch emanated all the way to my inner core. I groaned, loving that he was holding nothing back. This Sam had thrown all protocol out of the window.
“You’re aroused,” he said. “I like a woman who is not afraid of her sexuality.”
“I’m not afraid of anything.” I was breathless as I spoke. That was sort of true. I was learning to be hard, the girl who could take anything and keep on going.
“Um hmm. You sure try hard to make me think that. You try to keep everything all tucked inside, but I’m going to lick my way to your creamy center.”
“I’ve been this way my entire life.”
“But it’s never too late to change.” He pushed me back onto the bed and practically ripped my clothes from my body at the same time.
“Hey. I wanted to keep those. They were going to be my souvenir.”
“I’ll give you something much better to remember this trip by.”
I gasped as he thrust his finger deep inside me. I let my legs fall open, moaning. I loved it when Sam was so direct. He didn’t care that it was daylight or that someone might hear because the doors were open, he just went straight for what he wanted. I didn’t care that we were supposed to be working. I needed more of what he had to offer. Everything else could wait.
He moved his finger gently in and out of me, pressing down with his palm on my mound at the same time. I sank farther into the plush silks covering the bed. My heart pounded in my head, the sound mixing with the heaviness of our breathing. Far below, the traffic and the throngs of people were still there, outside the window, but all sound was sucked away as Sam brought me pleasure with his hand.
“Desiree,” he whispered. “I have so many things to teach you.”
I widened my legs so that Sam could do his work. “That feels good.” I was running on overdraft protection as far as sex was concerned. It would take a while to make up the sensory deficit that India had left me in. Too little, too far between. Sam made me want him all day, every day.
A grin spread across his face. “Exactly what I wanted. We should start off the evening feeling good. I’m hoping you’ll let me make you feel good until the small hours of the morning.”
It was almost amusing he was requesting something like that, rather than demanding it. Sam was full of contradictions. Although laced with something dangerous, the gentleman in him was sexy. How could I even begin to resist the lure of the glint in his eyes? I closed my own lids momentarily and let my head drop back, enjoying the sensation of his fingers.
Sam kissed my neck and continued his movement, at the same time, he wrapped my fingers around his girth with his other hand.
“Don’t be shy,” he whispered. I let my fingers close down tight. Sam moaned. “That’s it,” he said. “I love it when you touch me.”
Slowly, I began to move my hand up and down the length of his shaft, clenching my fingers tighter with each thrust. Sam pushed his hips up each time my hand pulled away from his body.
I couldn’t resist anymore. I pushed him back and over and wrapped my lips around his delicious-looking cock, sucking him in until I could almost feel him at the back of my throat. I ran my tongue around his shaft, savoring his salty taste. Sam moaned. “Wait,” he said. “You are so irresistible.”
The throbbing between my legs didn’t give a shit about waiting. This man was my fantasy, and no fantasy nightclub could recreate what I felt when we were together. I dragged my mouth along his length, savoring every inch.
“Save that for later.” He kissed me on the top of my head. “Promise me that you will.”
I panted. How he could just stop in the middle like that was a mystery to me. “I will if you will,” I said.
Sam left me on the bed and went to the dresser where he’d dropped a small bag. He smiled at me as he opened it and pulled out two masks and a whip.
I gasped, taking the mask he offered me, feeling guilty because I had kept my own as well. “You naughty boy. You were supposed to turn those in at the door.”
He held out the whip. It was black, with a few pink feathers on one end, and some short, leather strips on the other. “Well, punish me, then.”
“Your wish is my command.” I grabbed the toy and immediately flicked it across his now-naked ass. I understood what Elisheba meant. I could see my future with this man. He loved adventure as much as I did, and I couldn’t think of one I wanted to have without him by my side.
The End
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Table of Contents
Blurb
Title Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
About Cynnamon Foster